“Real Self”, a dark experience difficult to ruin

Dangerous true self. Be yourself means that after an hour and a while you can know if you are ready for a partner exchange or not swinger.

The phenomenon of influence is worse than that of power. We live in a world where we are all transmitters and the winner will be the one who makes the most noise. If it matches, this “immersive experience” it could be read as a well-deserved rest for the ego.

Now it turns out that dressing the same way would be a way to take time off or try some remnants of lost vivacity. Alienated – you can see – from the shape of the clothes, they dress us white mummy. Without logo you can touch and be touched. The limits are imprecise, but at least in the performance on Saturday 11 June, no complaints were heard.

what the show is about

It is not clear whether it is a party, a game, an intervening performer or an artistic event. The only thing that is known is that who pays, acts. It all depends on you, on each of those who have deposited three thousand long pesos at the ticket office. An impossible-to-spoil show that is changing function after function or not.

Do you dare to be real?, challenge from advertising. Masks, rompers and gloves, mapping, animations, surround music. Each participant of the audience blended. Complete anonymity.

Oscar Wilde said: “Give a man a mask and he’ll tell you the truth.” And that’s where we are, taking care of the hermetic and (therefore) disposable kit that you can then take home with you.

“It’s interesting to think about the fact that wearing a mask can help us take off more subtle ones that we live with on a daily basis,” he says. Javier Drucaroffdirector of the proposal that was formulated in Convention Center (Av. Figueroa Alcorta in 2000).

As soon as you enter, familiarize yourself with the big brother cultureyou feel that you will be part of one of those moments of social control where, as an unexpected protagonist, unfortunately you won’t have much to offer.

In other words, with no face or other identifications, with a small Venetian mask and all in white, am I able to look into the eyes of a neighbor with distant pupils dressed just like one? Yes, but clothes are not everything, everything, everything: you know it’s her, that’s him, that he’s pot-bellied, chubby, thin, crooked, with a big ass, who has kyphosis …

a voiceover

Right now you are walking around a huge square room feeling a little dumb and focused on the voice of the announcer of Big Brother, who must have lost his job and is here with us tonight. He does not call us to the “confessional”, but instead proposes some Machiavellian slogans.

Ask those who have been mistreated to come forward. After a while, those who hate enough to kill or those who consume psychiatric drugs. One has arrived accompanied and immediately that person will disappear from your radar. There are no more than a hundred people in the room.

You want to look for her, you have to shake her hand and not her Other. Where are you love of my life that I can’t find you?

Will you touch someone? Will you leave before this starts? when the announcer throw away the horrible slogans, try “minorities” to see if you recognize it.

The abused they are more than they consume anxiolytics and bond with those of suicidal instinct. So far you have sworn that you can recognize it among thousands and millions of people. Hand. Neither did she. Or maybe she does, and she just doesn’t want to be recognized by one.

It will have warmed up when the Voice incited to caress another? To another who should be nothing more than a boy to be respected –“Good afternoon, good night”– and now, for some reason, it is someone who approaches us, passes his hand over our neck, arm, chest.

you ask: it is true people who will have arrived by taxi or who are part of a personal of mass precursors?Where will you be? Let’s take off the mask and get out of here! Will you walk in circles or do you accept the friction of that type of Teletubbie who embraces without stopping?

As in “The Wall”

To form a line like in the movie The wall. It’s the order. a hand on the shoulder e you hear the old indignation of the classmate who distances himself. And she? Will she feel the same way or will she feel an excited tingle running through her entire body? Will you feel it or will it happen that touching another is like making contact with your own shadow?

Anyway, a bit without differences and without expressions, where diversity does not need to be managed because, in disguise, we are less white than transparent. It is impressive and a little depressing, yes, to see who is “liberated”, the “I am who I am” debut in the coldness of a convention center.

Obey because you pay to play Blind Rooster or why are we made to obey? We obey lightning-fast lights, background dance music, chaos drill. At the end there is a hint of sadness with a question mark: what would become of us without being manipulated?

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